Chapter 11

“Little brother, what grade are you in?”

“…”

This is usually the case in the story. In the last scene, someone looked down upon the protagonist. The protagonist smiled and ignored him. As soon as the scene changed, he slapped his face and left, leaving behind an envious look. Neat and full of style. However, there is no such convenient function as one-click transition.

The Third Church is not a place of worship, but a place where scriptures are copied. The distance from Nancy’s remote residence to the Third Holy Church was very far away, and the journey was quite quiet. Anxu kept his handsome silence for at most ten minutes, and began to harass the companions boredly.

“Seventh grade or eighth grade? Speaking of which, except for the prefects, there is no difference in your school uniforms. Isn’t it easy for people who are too anxious or anxious to be in different classes?”

“…”

“It can only be used as a navigation device. The AI ​​of this cutscene NPC is really low.”

“…”

“Do you know what AI means? AI is…well, intelligence. That is to say, you don’t have the ability to act autonomously at all, you just act according to someone else’s settings, no different from a clock that winds up.”

“We are all under the guidance of the Lord.” The middle school student finally turned his head and said with contempt, “As long as you are not so ignorant and have read a little Bible…”

An Xu didn’t answer, she kicked the middle school student abruptly, the middle school student managed to dodge, and still left half gray and white footprints on the back of the robe, which was particularly obvious on the black cloth.

“You!” he said angrily.

“You said that we all acted under the Lord’s instructions, why didn’t you expect that I would kick you just now?” An Xu asked.

“How can the Lord’s will be something we can speculate on our own!”

“Then it is the will of the Lord that you were kicked.” An Xu said, “Why are you angry? Are you dissatisfied with the will of the Lord?”

The middle school student choked, unable to refute this sophistry for a while. The grade is really low, middle school student, An Xu thought contemptuously, unreasonable superstition and nonsense should be answered with sophistry, anyway, if you talk nonsense, I will also talk nonsense, depending on who has a thick skin. As a future missionary, you are not as shameless as the insurance seller downstairs in our house. Can you sell God’s Amway at this level?

“Are you Teacher Nancy’s student too?” An Xu asked suddenly.

The middle school student who couldn’t answer was eager to change the subject, nodded cautiously, and said, “Ms. Nancy has been in the academy for more than ten years, and she has taken basic classes taught by Ms. Nancy every session.”

“Are you a nobleman?”

“No.” The middle school student raised his head and said, “I am a believer selected by the Twente Abbey. My parents are illiterate, but their piety makes me…”

“So without Teacher Nancy, you don’t even know what the scriptures are saying.”

“So what?” The middle school student thought he understood Ann’s meaning, and finally found the point of entry, and said proudly, “The prophet said, ‘You should worship the sunlight you see on the top of the church, but not the one who built the church. Craftsman’, do you think we are apprentices of craftsmen who foolishly worship their masters in the world? Although Teacher Nancy is also called a ‘teacher’, she is just a maker of tools.”

“What about other teachers? For example, Mary, does she have a class to teach?” An Xu asked again, “Of course Mother Mary is our soul teacher!” The middle school student gave An Xu a gouged look, dissatisfied that she called Mary by her first name , “She is the guardian of the precepts, and she is the one who leads us to interpret the scriptures. Only such a pioneer is worthy of being called a teacher!”

“Do you people think so?”

“All brothers and sisters are devout believers, unlike you.” The middle school student snorted.

“I see.” An Xu nodded, “Stockholm at all.”

Nancy has taught many first grades in the seminary. If she is popular enough to attract children to come to see her in their spare time to discuss things that have little to do with the course, why do the older children come less and less? , In the fifth and sixth grades, there is no one left? An Xu once thought that other teachers were targeting this kind-hearted man who didn’t fit in, but now it seems that it was the children’s own choice.

The students who come here, no matter what their origins are or why they entered the academy, after high-pressure and high-intensity brainwashing, most of them are left with only one kind of people: priests. Unable to resist the whips that fell on them and the older priests, they had to seek their superiority elsewhere. Everything in the secular world is bad and ugly, otherwise what would it be to suffer in a place free from it? They feel that they used to be naive, want to separate from their past identities, and even hate everything they used to be friendly with.

“Have you started talking nonsense?” The middle school student frowned. He couldn’t understand what An Xu was saying, but it didn’t prevent him from seeing that it was not a good word. He looked at An Xu vigilantly, and said, “Why do you still have to argue?”

“It’s just because the eaten fruits and vegetables are worthless.” An Xu scratched his head, “I just remembered how thick the Bible is. It’s so thick. Why can’t everyone memorize less nonsense.”

“How can the language of God and the prophet be nonsense!” the middle school student yelled angrily. “Every word has a significant meaning! Copying the Bible can bring us closer to the teachings of the gods!”

“So are you happy to let you copy it?”

“Of course!” the middle school student replied immediately, “but you are the one who needs to copy, because you know nothing about God’s teaching!”

“If I know God’s teachings by heart, I don’t have to copy them?”

“You can memorize it backwards? Then you say, ‘In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth’, what is the last sentence?”

“Ok…”